This morning I was going to work, I was going to work with the utmost care. Today is not just a working day. Today is Knowledge Day at our glorious school. A celebration. A woman should always be attractive, and on such days especially. But my efforts today are just the tip of the iceberg. The main work was done in advance. So today I am "armed and very dangerous!" I have some plans for today. But I'm not talking about them yet, I'm afraid to scare my luck. A little bit about school. It's not an easy school, it's not easy at all. If you say its full name, you'll forget where you started. The specialisation of the school is very wide: athletics, boxing, gymnastics (both sports and artistic), freestyle wrestling, volleyball, basketball and tennis, where now without it. What is very important, the sports school has a secondary school. It is very convenient. It is not necessary to run all over the city from lessons to trainings and vice versa. An important point is that I have my main job at the sports school. In the secondary school I work part-time and am employed on a part-time basis. We have up to a thousand children. That's a lot of kids. We've just recently finished selecting new students. I, as a psychologist, was directly involved. Moreover, the psychological stability of the candidate is almost more demanding than his physical performance. Who needs an athlete who falls apart in a stressful situation!? I'm a young psychologist. I don't mean my age, you can't boast of youth here, but my work experience. I used to be a coach. I coached track and field athletes. When I was young, I had no rivals in the 800 metres and the 1500m. I was thin, flat, but I could run on the treadmill like hell!
Over the years, my complexion has changed little. I thought that I would leave the process of active training and become more "lush". Didn't happen. Especially annoying was the fact that no one was impressed by my breasts. At that time I could easily do without bras, there was nothing to support. I wore them purely for pro forma, to emphasise my belonging to the fair sex. While I was a sportswoman, it even helped, my breasts did not interfere with my running. But then... I had it for about eight or ten years. And then my husband offered me a birthday present. He paid for a mammoplasty. Simply put, it's a breast augmentation. In my case, augmentation. We were a little bit at odds about one thing, size. I, who dreamed all my life of large beautiful breasts, proposed a variant clearly prohibitive. And my husband and the plastic surgeon smiled sceptically, listening to me. My husband, Volodya, wanted more moderation.
We chose a compromise. You can see it on the illustrations to the story. At that time, I was over the moon with happiness. I wanted everyone to see my beautiful "twin girls". I had to buy new clothes. I chose well-decorated options. I thought I was clearly unappreciated. That's why I paid a lot of attention to advertising myself. In summer on holiday I was drawn to nudist beaches, I wanted the greedy looks of men, universal admiration. Glances, of course, were. But just looks were not enough for me. I began to accumulate sexual hunger, which required an outlet. Ask me, what about my husband? I'll answer. Our husbands are always very busy with work. And the women who managed to interest them, for some reason, are often other men's wives. I realised that it would be better to regularly release the internal "pressure" than to wait until you go to pieces. I'd had extramarital affairs before, but not often. Usually it happened either at training camps, where I took a team of athletes, or at competitions. But after plastic surgery, it was as if I was replaced. The most interesting thing is that the hormonal background did not change. The psychological factor worked: ah, what a beautiful breast I have and ownerless. It's not okay. In parallel, another problem arose. If I used to be able to run for hours at training, despite my years. then with the appearance of my magnificent breasts, the situation changed dramatically. Of course, I continued to enjoy them. But they started to get in the way of my running.
I'm running, and my breasts have a life of their own. They run too, but not in unison with me. There was an imbalance and it annoyed me. Everything came to a head when the school authorities offered me a vacant position as a psychologist. By that time I was already a part-time student of the Psychological-Pedagogical Faculty. I was in my last year of study. I got my own office. And I did not hesitate to use it. I used it skilfully, like a thrifty housewife. My office was ready for everything: it was possible to work and to receive a guest, everything was possible, if you approach it wisely. Twelve years have passed since then. I have gained experience and if not a venerable psychologist, then respected at least certainly. But here's the problem. At the moment I'm not concerned with psychology at all. My office was scheduled to be renovated in the summer. The superintendent swore they'd have it done by autumn.
- Veronica Pavlovna! Everything will be fine, you can rest assured.
But, as it often happens, the repairs were delayed and now I'm without a "living space". Delayed for subjective reasons. Six months ago we had a change of management. A new director came in. Not a bad guy in general, as it turned out. But he has one thing in common. Too fond of the fairer sex. He managed in a short time to "get acquainted" with many of his subordinates. He was courting me, too. In principle, I was not even against the affair, even at work. I was hurt by the fact that he didn't choose me first. I didn't want to be fifth or tenth on his list. So I fought back. I explained his refusal from the position of high morality, that I can not afford the official romance, and besides, I'm married ... The bosses, of course, took offence. And I began a series of small misunderstandings: they try to impute to me duties not typical for a psychologist, or deprive me of a methodical day .... Now there are problems with the repair! And I have a lot of activities that urgently need to be carried out. Including purely personal ones. And I have one of them scheduled for today. I've planned it, so I'll do it.
I currently have internships for final year psychology students. I have maintained good relations with my alma mater and it has become a good tradition to have interns with me. This year there are five interns. Four girls and one young man. I'm still confused about the girls' names, but I know for sure that the guy's name is Philip. Young in every way. Fifth year, that's 21-22 years old. He's on our alumni paperwork. But I don't remember him. We've had business meetings before, three or four. The guy was looking at me with obvious unprofessional interest. We have another meeting scheduled for today. I hope I don't disappoint the intern. The only bad thing is, I don't have my own office. But I'll think of something.
It didn't take long to figure it out. Our pupils had only one lesson on the first of September. It's a holiday after all, Knowledge Day. Then the classrooms were empty and I asked my geographer friend to let me work in the classroom, it was empty anyway.
- How long are you staying? - asked my friend Valya.
- A couple of hours at the most.
- Use it and remember my kindness, - joked Valentina. Put the key on the stand later.
